Among the younger generation in the family, besides Datou, Erya was the most decisive. Not even Ms. Feng, let alone Zhou ErLang, could persuade her now.
Moreover, both Old Zhou and Ms. Qian had agreed.
With their words in her favor, what did Erya have to fear?
Therefore, she packed her bundle early in the morning, ready to leave with Fourth Uncle.
Junior Ms. Qian took the time to make a trip home to bring Zhou SiLang back two jars of pickled vegetables. One jar contained fish, the other pork. She said, "These were made following the recipe Manbao mentioned. I've tried them, and they taste pretty good. I reckon you guys probably won't cook much there, so take these two jars of pickled vegetables. You can steam or fry them whenever you want to eat."
Zhou SiLang leaned over the jars and sniffed the faint fragrance wafting out, involuntarily drooling. His eyes lit up as he looked at Junior Ms. Qian, "Sis-in-law, do you have more? I can take some extra with me."
